Your POV

I was laying on my bed, turning left and right as I try to sleep. I’ve been lying here for hours, but I just couldn’t sleep. Not after the argument I had with Luke.

We’re basically enemies. We almost always argue over the smallest things and we always go by last name basis. It’s just how we are. He calls me my last name: Winters, and I call him his last name: Patterson.

This argument I took a little too far and said some things I shouldn’t have. I fucking hate that he’s on my mind so much. We hate each other, right? Yet I can’t help but feel terrible.

I pick up my phone and do something I never thought I’d do.. I dial his number and call him. I didn’t expect for him to pick up, but he does.

“You answered.” I whisper quietly.

“You called.” He responds softly.